Twice to Realize
Had to get home, a song
was comin' on,
I'd been gropin' the surface
because
before-
That's where the depth was...
But it took me twice
to realize-
I've
been here a million times; Oh, it
took me twice
to realize
I was here just this last year...
It's crystallization, why
Yes, I know, but some part
of us all needs to be
Caught up
in a day's old dream
Minute details of how
everything works;
We used to understand, but now
Machines build buildings... our
hands
are doing things, that we
don't even have a grip on...
And machines build machines.
It's crystallization, why
Yes, I know, but some part
of us all needs to be
Caught up
in a day's old dream
Well there goes our
squeaky clean
reputation,
It's the kind of thing
that makes you grit the inner teeth
inside your skull; Well there goes our
subterranean flight- mighty as we weren't, we'll
stay inside the ashes of something
unusual
The moths are blooming
from the walls, I wonder do they
see us at all, maybe as their prisoners
Or maybe as their keepers,
Well maybe I'm
the one in the wrong, maybe it's me
who should be gone,
Maybe I'm
all out of substance for this
particular instance.
was comin' on,
I'd been gropin' the surface
because
before-
That's where the depth was...
But it took me twice
to realize-
I've
been here a million times; Oh, it
took me twice
to realize
I was here just this last year...
It's crystallization, why
Yes, I know, but some part
of us all needs to be
Caught up
in a day's old dream
Minute details of how
everything works;
We used to understand, but now
Machines build buildings... our
hands
are doing things, that we
don't even have a grip on...
And machines build machines.
It's crystallization, why
Yes, I know, but some part
of us all needs to be
Caught up
in a day's old dream
Well there goes our
squeaky clean
reputation,
It's the kind of thing
that makes you grit the inner teeth
inside your skull; Well there goes our
subterranean flight- mighty as we weren't, we'll
stay inside the ashes of something
unusual
The moths are blooming
from the walls, I wonder do they
see us at all, maybe as their prisoners
Or maybe as their keepers,
Well maybe I'm
the one in the wrong, maybe it's me
who should be gone,
Maybe I'm
all out of substance for this
particular instance.
Credits
Writer(s): Laura Jean Staples, Nathan Colby Curlee, Wesley Sterling Mauldin
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